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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Carson
Ken Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Songwriter
Bart van Hoewijk
Bart van Hoewijk
Songwriter
Danny O'Brien
Danny O'Brien
Songwriter
Kylian Emmanuel Kante
Kylian Emmanuel Kante
Songwriter
Jalan Anthony Lowe
Jalan Anthony Lowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
lil88
lil88
Producer
Mnclzy
Mnclzy
Producer
Kyl
Kyl
Producer
Benjamin Lidsky
Benjamin Lidsky
Mixing Engineer
Corey Moon
Corey Moon
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Bart How
Bart How
Producer

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Huh Huh, huh-huh-huh Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh Promethazine habit, lean habit, codeine habit Kickstand, yeah, biker, yeah, yeah, I'm leanin' I chop the top off the McLaren, this ain't no Lamborghini My white ho got big titties, she remind me of Sydney Sweeney Sydney Sweeney, Sydney Sweeney I rock that stick like it's a purse, yeah, my chopper swinging Like Sydney Sweeney, my stick have them titties underneath Like Sydney Sweeney, my bitch titties big like double D Emergency, emergency Shawty just threw it back, she tryna hurt me (yeah, yeah, yeah) Shawty just threw it back, she tryna birth one But I'm way too rich, yeah, for this bitch, no, I can't birth none My swag way too sick, I need an IV, yeah, yeah Cs in my pocket, but we throwin' Bs over here I got designer habits, I got designer habits, I can't stop I was fuckin' on your bitch in my Rick Owens socks I was fuckin' on your bitch in my Rick Owens socks I was fuckin' on your bitch in my Rick Owens socks I was fuckin' on your bitch in my Rick Owens socks My Rick Owens socks, my Rick Owens socks, yeah I'm off the G6, they don't know if I'm talkin' 'bout the pill or the plane Iced out my mouth, went Alex Moss, I don't know none 'bout Johnny Dang I got unlimited jewelry, I put a X on my chain She got unlimited pussy, I'm 'bout to fuck her for hours Switched up my flow, he can't keep up, that boy career goin' sour Paris Fashion Week, she wanna fuck at the Eiffel Tower Paris Fashion Week, I'm off the ho, 'bout to get devoured She say she like my aesthetic, all gas, no brakes, I'm unleaded If I fuck with you, then we locked in, yeah, we dreaded She fuckin' with me, yeah, she rubbin', yeah, her hand through my dreads Ain't repeatin' shit after I speak, bitch, I mean what I said I can buy 15 Richie Mills, why would I cop a Rolex?
Writer(s): Danny O'brien, Bart Van Hoewijk, Jalan Anthony Lowe, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr., Kylian Emmanuel Kante Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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